Su Yuncheng was a man with eight hundred faces.
In the eyes of his elders, he was well-behaved and steady, with good grades, commendable military achievements, and an excellent job. He was good in every respect.
To most of his peers, he was the grim Reaper King Yama, the last person you'd ever want to meet.
In the eyes of Lin Huaizhou and Sie Yuguo... Su Yuncheng? Wasn't he just a dog?
Lin Huaizhou glared at Old Dog Su, his back teeth almost ground flat.
Having a social gathering in front of his parents, how was this different from being coerced at gunpoint to attend one?
There was still a difference.
The one holding the machine gun might not fire at Commander Lin, but Aunt Lin would definitely smack him.
"There's a social gathering? You must go."
Aunt Lin had the final say.
She was almost worried to death about Lin Huaizhou's bachelor status. Despite that, he himself was in no rush, turning tail and running at the sight of female comrades faster than any dog could leap.
